How to Reprimand Your Rock Star (DommeNation #2) (18 page)

But it was all so good.

No matter what we did, he made it feel like the most incredible sensation ever. Each touch felt new and each stroke sent me to heaven and back.

Finally, it was nearing four
AM
and I knew I was going to have a pretty big day ahead of me. There was no denying it; he was meeting my family in the morning. I wanted it, and so did he.

We snuggled up in the bed, exhausted from spending our lust, and I fell asleep holding the charm on his neck.

“Mine,” I muttered as sleep took me.

My little Honda sedan hesitated on the turn. We were about to head down my street. About to go home. Together.

“Breathe,” he said, putting his hand on my thigh.

My fingers tightened around the wheel, choking it.

“I have this now,” Keaton said, gently touching his golden collar and protective charm. “I will be fine. So will you. My brave, fierce warrior.”

I glanced over at him. His baby blues were sparkling and his smile was genuine and open. How could this be the man who had wrecked so many hearts? He was so gentle with mine.

“Okay,” I said, pulling down the street. Trees shaded our passing and new buds fell on the windshield. Cars everywhere were coated in the light-green dust of spring.

“It’s a charming neighborhood,” Keaton commented. All the houses were lined up like little milk cartons. It was a cute place, small boxy houses, but homey. No McMansions here. But that was probably what he was used to.

“Nothing like what you live in, I’m sure.”

Keaton snorted. “I live in a plane’s seat. On a tour bus. Hell, I’m fucking Viking stock, darling, my ancestors lived in huts.”

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” I said. I had texted my mom that morning that I’d be bringing someone home. A guy who meant a lot to me. To my slight alarm, she only wrote back that she’d make sure there was enough food for him.

Now who’s cryptic?

Five houses down sat the place where I grew up. Eighteen Grove Lane. A little mint-green cape with an ivy trellis and a small but cozy porch. Home.

I could see my brothers in the window, hands pressed to the glass, peering. I didn’t tell them I was coming home with Keaton in particular, but I could see that Nicky was wearing a Trickster City T-shirt. Odd.

One by one, my family poured out the small front door and down the walkway, dressed in their Sunday best. It was Thursday. The kids had no school because of professional development and my parents took the day off to congratulate me on our tournament success. Yaya and Papou came last, bewildered looks on their wrinkled faces as Keaton stepped out of the car.

“Hey everyone,” I said. “This is Keaton.”

Anthony looked up at him, and his missing-toothed grin turned into a wide O. “I thought you’d be taller.”

Keaton bent to his level. “I could put you on my shoulders, then we’d both be bigger than everyone! Even some of the girls on Thea’s team!”

Anthony giggled and put his arms out to Keaton. I jut out my chin to keep my jaw from dropping. He was working his charm on the children, too?

“Keaton,” my mother said sweetly, voice tinged with slight hesitation. “We’re so glad you came! Thea, why didn’t you let us know you were bringing home a singer?”

I sniffed the air. She was right; they had been cooking. A lot. I smelled pastitsio and the sweet smell of baklava. “You
seem
to have known he was a musician, even though that wasn’t what my text had said.”

My dad grunted. “That Facebook. Nobody can so much as fart without the world knowing.”

I clutched my forehead. “Dad.”

“I once farted and it made Page Six of the
New York Post
,” Keaton said with a shrug. Everyone laughed, much to my dismay. “Nice to meet you, by the way,” he said, taking each family member’s hand and shaking it with a sincere smile. “Thank you so much for having me over.”

We marched inside and found our way into the living room, where my brothers had been watching
Anchorman
. I hoped that once we were inside, the fascination with Keaton would disperse and we could just bring my bags inside, but instead everyone dragged chairs from the kitchen and dining room into the living room so they could hold court with their new king.

“What’s it like? The road?” my brother Nicky asked.

“It’s hard,” Keaton replied. “Always moving. Fun, though, getting to see the world. I’d rather be someplace like this, though, to be honest. Much more comfortable than a plane. Plus, no jet lag.”

“How’d you end up with
Thea
?” Anthony asked, plopping down between us.

Keaton chuckled. “That’s a long story that your sister can tell later.”

My dad handed Keaton a beer and sat next to us.

Keaton waved it off politely. “No thank you.”

My grandmother pounced. “So the rock star doesn’t drink? Some rock star.” She meant it playfully, but I knew she was prying.

“He who becomes the sheep will be eaten by the wolf,” he responded, and a surprised expression passed over Yaya’s face.

“That’s a Greek saying,” she said with an approving nod.

Keaton grinned and leaned toward her. “I’m half Greek myself and I’ve spent a lot of time there. Fantastic place. Your accent sounds Peloponnesian—is that where you’re from?”

Yaya clapped her hands. “Yes, although originally my family was from Athens. Generations ago. You have quite the ear.”

He tapped it. “Musician. I hear everything.”

My family chuckled and brought in plates of food.

I shook my head. This was going too well.

“Speaking of Athens,” Keaton said, grabbing my hand, “I was able to convince Thea to go on tour with me this summer. She’ll get to see her ancestral home. If you still have family there, let us know.”

I smiled, hiding my shock. “Exciting,” I said. I had only recently given him the go and already he was jumping the gun and telling my family. Was he doing this to earn a spanking? I mean, clever way to get some sexy punishment, but seriously! This was my family and I ought to have told them.

I didn’t even think the whole thing through yet.

My mother blinked. “Really? Things are moving quite fast, I suppose.” I could tell she wanted to say,
And this is the first we’ve even heard of you
.

With a plastic smile, I replied. “Yup! Looking forward to it.”

My dad flipped through the channels, speaking without glancing over. “Surprised I didn’t read it on the Facebook.”

“It’s just Facebook, Dad,” Nicky replied.

“Whatever. Let’s eat.”

I stood up to get a water as Keaton outlined the stops on the European tour. As I expected, my mother cornered me.

“Thanks for the heads-up,” she mumbled in a harsh whisper. “First you bring your famous boyfriend over without a word, and now you’re gallivanting off to Europe? I didn’t even know you were dating someone, let alone someone I’ve seen in
In Touch
!”

I fumbled for words. It was like I was on the team again, trying to talk to the captains. “I was going to tell you once we had ironed out all the details. I didn’t expect him to be such a blabbermouth. And I’m sorry I didn’t say anything just yet. It was scary for me. But listen. He’s amazing, Mom—”

She cut me off with a wave of her hand. “I’m sure he is. I like him more than I thought I would. But going off with him on tour? You have
obligations
, Thea.” Her accent began to thicken as her words came out more heated. “Obligations to us, to school. What are you thinking?”

“Nicky’s old enough to cover my shifts at Parthenon,” I said limply.

She crossed her arms. “And camp?”

“You know Coach can get a dozen girls to help him out.”

My mother frowned. Not angrily, just put out. I glanced back at Keaton, who was regaling my family with stories from the tour, and felt emboldened. That chain around his neck marked him as mine. I was a Domme, for chrissakes, and I could stand up to my mother if I wanted to.

“My projected GPA for the semester is a four-point-O. My grades went
up
after meeting Keaton. And let’s not forget the championship—I’ve been playing better than ever, and there’s still the finals left. Look, I’ve proven I have a good head on my shoulders. I think I’ve earned this trip. I know I’ve earned it.”

My mother’s mouth worked, and her brown eyes glinted with respect. “We’ll talk more later,” she said, and I felt like doing a little fist pump. That was progress with her, at least.

After a little while of talking “American football” with Dad and Papou, Keaton decided it was time to take in the few bags I had brought for overnight. This impressed my family, since they assumed rock stars never had to lift a finger.

“During the first four years, I had to haul my own amps!” he huffed, balancing a heavy box of books on his head, flattening his blue-black spikes. I had to do some heavy reading tonight and tomorrow if I wanted to be able to do double sessions at the gym in preparation for the game. I chuckled and followed behind him with my blanket and pillow. Much easier. Keaton begged Dad, Nicky, and Papou to sit and let him do the work, especially since they had fed him so well.

This also got some points on the board with Mom. Yaya was under his spell pretty early on.

“Dinner’s in ten minutes,” my mother called as we plopped down on my bed. “Go set up the guest room, Anthony.”

She probably heard the sound of the bed creaking and panicked.
My daughter, in bed with a rock star?

Mom, you have no idea.

Keaton picked up some of my gimp. As a kid, I loved weaving bracelets. Maybe that was why I was so damned good at tying knots. “I’d better get out of here,” he whispered, fingering the strings.

“No shenanigans tonight,” I whispered back, swatting him playfully on the ass.

He bit his lip. “Don’t tempt me.”

I raised an eyebrow. “But it’s what I do best.”

He pulled me close. “It’s a good thing you call the shots,” he said softly into my hair, “because if I had my way, I’d be sneaking out of the guest room and into your bed tonight.”

My pulse quickened at his words. The taboo sensation of dirty-talking while my parents were downstairs made it feel even more exciting. “Go on.”

“I’d slip under your covers so quietly you wouldn’t even know I was there. Until I began caressing your legs. You’d be wearing your little pajama shorts, the silky ones,” he said, eyeing a pair that was sticking out of my drawer. “I’d slide my finger under the waistband, feeling for your panties so I could rip them off. But you wouldn’t be wearing any. You were expecting me.”

“Oh yeah?”

He nodded, pulling me closer, “So I’d slide under the covers, pull your bottoms off with my teeth, and hand you a pillow to bite.”

“Bite?”

“To muffle your moans as I tongued your clit.”

I swallowed hard. “But what if I wanted more than tongue?”

His breathing matched mine, hot and fast. “Then I’d ease you onto the floor, so nobody could hear the springs creaking. You’d lower yourself to all fours and I’d fuck you from behind, the way you liked it last night, Mistress.”

My mouth fought to find words. “You are in so much trouble later.”

“That,” Keaton said with a note of ecstasy in his voice, “was extraordinary.”

The food we had eaten upon arrival was just a late lunch apparently. Dinner was an absolute spectacle. Some old-world favorites, some pizza from the restaurant, and even some cuts of steak to round things out. All followed by our family’s baklava and cookies, with a pint of triple fudge ice cream thrown in for good measure.

We drank some espresso and some ouzo (except for Keaton) and had a few laughs at the surprising nature of our relationship. When I told them about how I caught him in the locker room and tried to throw him out, my family hooted with laughter. The thought of me kicking a rock star out of a locker room was apparently “such a Thea thing to do.” This made Keaton grin. My family was really warming up to him, but the truth was that this was going to cause quite a stir in our little town if we decided to hit up the local mall or movie theater. Did we have to be shut-ins?

“So, when is your next show?” Nicky asked.

“In two days,” Keaton said with a hint of a frown. “I’d rather stay here, but I’m lucky to get a few days off in the first place. Sick bandmate, canceled dates, all really throws everything off. Benjamin’s been in a tizzy for the last few days. Actually, I should probably check in with everyone. Please don’t think me rude, but I’d like to make a few calls. Do you mind if I step outside for a bit?”

“Not at all,” my father said, waving his hand.

Dinner officially ended after all the food was polished off, so I trotted back to my room to get in my jams. Then decided against it once I saw those little silk shorts poking out from my drawer. I wouldn’t get a wink of sleep.

AN HOUR OR SO LATER,
we breezed past my family, who were watching TV before bed.

“I’m driving Keaton around town to show him the sights,” I said, grabbing my keys and heading for the door.

“I’m sure he could see them better when it’s light,” my dad quipped.

“Oh yes, superstars love being spotted in daytime crowds.”

“He’s not a vampire, just a celebrity. Put on sunglasses and go tomorrow,” Nicky joked.

Keaton pressed his hands together in a humble gesture. “Actually, after talking with my manager, he thinks I should head out tomorrow at midday instead of the following day like I had planned. I’m sorry but this will be the only night I’m staying. Perhaps after the upcoming leg of the tour I’ll come back. And next time,
I’ll
treat to dinner.”

“Well I’ll be sure to make an extra-special breakfast,” Dad said, clapping his hands together. “I can make blueberry pancakes the size of your head!”

“Such an appetizing way to put it, Dad,” I muttered and pulled Keaton out the door.

He followed behind me, snickering. “So, where to, my feisty Mistress?”

“Do I keep you around to yammer in my ear? Or tease me when you
know
we can’t do anything about it, like right now?” I snipped, turning toward him with a half-smile. “I’m putting your mouth to better use soon.”

He clapped and hopped into the car.

We drove down to the local reservoir, uncleverly nicknamed the Rez. Ooh, how edgy! It did, however, have an excellent view of the sky and water and it was really a remarkably pretty place to make out. I had never done anything kinky there, mind you, but there’s a first for everything.

“I feel like I should have a pin for your sweater,” he said as we pulled in. “Will you go steady with me?”

“I’m going to make that fresh mouth work for me now,” I said, yanking him toward me. I slid my nose down his and inhaled the smell of his leather jacket mixed with the bright notes from his cologne. “I want you to devour me,” I moaned. “I’ve been wet for you for the past two hours. Since your little pep talk.”

“I’d like nothing more,” he said, flicking his tongue between my lips and tasting my mouth. Without another lingering moment, he snaked out his long tongue and licked down my neck. His breath was hot and wet and the cool night air stuck to the moisture, sending a hot and cold chill down my body.

Keaton’s hands slid up my stomach and pulled my tank top over my breasts. He was quick to open wide and suck in my flesh, twirling his tongue over my nipple almost hard enough to make me come right there. I slipped my hand through his hair and pulled him closer. “Keaton,” I moaned, “I’d like to see you tied up.”

He hummed, sending tremors through my body and goose bumps across my skin.

“Hands behind your back,” I commanded, and he complied after lithely slipping off his shirt. I was thrilled to see those muscular, tattooed arms crossed at the wrists behind him. As he continued to lick and send me into another stratosphere, I pulled the elastic off my wrist—I keep it there in need of a quick ponytail—and wrapped him tight. It was a very light restraint and I knew he could get out, but I knew he wouldn’t dare. He owed me tonight.

“Lower,” I groaned.

He looked up and batted his baby blues so innocently. He slid his mouth off my nipple and pouted. “But oh how will I get your shorts off?”

I narrowed my eyes. “You’ll figure out a way to please me.”

He sneered a rockstar smile and began tugging at my shorts with his teeth. I giggled as his nose skimmed my belly. He wasn’t making good progress but it was funny as hell to watch him try.

“Failure is not an option, Baby Blue,” I warned.

His eyes caught fire when I said his little nickname.

“Is that better?” he asked, then bit down on the zipper and pulled.

“Not off the hook until they’re on the floor,” I replied. I caught him smiling. With a swift tug, the shorts were off and on the car floor.

He stared at me from between my knees with a pleading look.

“What?” I asked, waiting for him to pleasure me.

“May I be . . . a little rougher with these?” he asked, nudging my blue cotton panties with his nose.

I nodded. Keaton bit down on the seam and tore them off in one swift chomp. Without hesitation, and with no more barriers between us, Keaton began to devour me. I hung one leg over the steering wheel and tipped my head back in awe. The things he made me feel were a wonder, and no matter how many times we were together, it felt new and stunning in its luxury. The faster his tongue probed, the more the need built inside me. For one ferocious moment, I felt the goddess inside me awaken and roar at Keaton’s soft and smooth prodding. I could see everything on the horizon, I could hear the world spin.

Keaton looked up after I had come down from the celestial high and blinked.

I sighed. “That was something else.”

“Sexual frustration can be good,” he joked. Keaton found his way back into his seat and pocketed the torn panties. I gave him a little smack but he didn’t give back the contraband. “So, what’s going on in your head right now?”

I shrugged. “I’m glad my family likes you.”

He nodded. “But?”

“But . . . I still don’t know how we’re going to do this. You’re away most of the time, off with beautiful people and sycophants.”

Keaton frowned. “None as beautiful as you, and my fans aren’t sycophants. You don’t need to worry about me. I thought you knew that. I told you I felt safe giving myself completely to you, and you’re suggesting you don’t feel safe with me because I have so many fans?”

“I don’t worry about you as much as I worry about them,” I noted, only realizing it as I said it. What if he met a Domme who could be on the road with him and not just during the summer?

“I thought I proved my devotion to you,” he said, leaning back. “What more do I have to do to show you I mean this? I’ve invited you on tour with me—that’s commitment. That’s meeting my family, dozens of them. What more do you need?”

I blinked, the answer coming to me in a flash. “Let’s go public.”